Mu Jiaoman sat in an empty car, the roads in Shanyue were bumpy, and the shaking earthquake made him irritable, and the scene on the white jade platform was always repeated over and over again in front of him.
Lifting the curtain, Mu Jiaoman looked at the hot sun in the sky, looked at the cracked earth, and shouted in his throat:
"How long has it not rained!"
"Back to the marshal, it has not rained for four months!"
Mu Jiaoman thought for a while, waved to the subordinates below, and said loudly:
"Withdraw the defense line in the east, drive the refugees to the east, and let them harm the living."
The subordinates below hesitated for a moment and replied:
"If the eastern defense line is withdrawn, if Li Xiangping runs away......"
"That bird is dead!"
Mu Jiao roared loudly, anger came from his heart, and he jumped up from the car uncontrollably, grabbed the man's neck, and shouted loudly:
"How many times have I said it, the bird is dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!"
After saying this, his eyes were red with anger, and he was about to throw a punch, but he saw the subordinates around him kneeling down like wheat straw blown by the wind, shouting in unison:
"Meet the king!"
Mu Jiaoman trembled all over, slowly raised his head, saw that he was stepping on the air, looking at his Jiani Xi coldly, waved his hand and threw the man, knelt down hurriedly, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, and his lips were white.
"My lord!"
Jiani Xi walked up to him step by step, looked at him quietly, suddenly raised his leg and kicked him, and said angrily:
"Waste!"
Mu Jiaoman immediately flew far away like a ball, crashing several carts, and the rice and grain flowed all over the floor, causing the people on the left and right to swallow slightly.
After rolling a few times, Mu Jiaoman quickly crawled back to Jiani Xi and slapped his face one by one.
Gani Xi lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, and laughed angrily:
"It's just a fetal breath, you can't even touch someone's tail, and you have to ask a witch to curse and kill you, you are really a waste, Mujiaoman."
Mu Jiaoman slapped his slap numbly, and listened to the whisper of Jia Nixi above:
"You don't have to participate in the big sacrifice in a few days, so reflect on it in the camp."
Mu Jiaoman raised his head suddenly, his mind exploding like thunder, as if he had grabbed something in an instant.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiani Xi was one step ahead of him, and a punch hit him on the stomach, interrupting his words and knocking him unconscious.
"Drag it down."
Jiani Xi let out a low cry, and when he saw Mu Jiaoman being dragged down the barracks, he turned his head to look at the towering Wushan Mountain, and muttered to himself in an incomprehensible voice:
"Survive."
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After walking around the mountains and forests, and staying until the morning sun appeared in the sky, Li Tongya flew up from a messy and empty cottage, muttering to himself:
"The smoke in the east has all been cut off, and the army of Shanyue has withdrawn, how could Mu Jiaoman let Xiang Ping return to the east so easily......"
Riding the wind to the west, I saw a bare ground under my feet, counting the days, it had not rained for half a year.
"No wonder there are so many Shanyue refugees."
Li Tongya frowned and estimated the situation in Shanyue and judged the possibility of refugees crossing the border.
"My Li family has had a lot of granaries in the past few years, and it is not a problem to carry thousands of refugees, but it can also increase the population, but I am afraid that if the drought continues this day, the Meichi River will dry up, and I can no longer grow food."
"The letter from the Ji family once said about the sacrifice, and I don't have much time to jump around when I think I came to Jiani Xi......"
As Li Tongya continued to penetrate deeper into the territory of Shanyue, more and more dry cracked land and barked dead trees appeared in the field of vision, and the Great Jue Ting had slowly emerged from afar.
The only city in Shanyue is full of traces of time, and the city wall eroded by wind and rain is pitted on the outside and rotten on the inside.
A high altar has been built on the side of the Great Jue Court, made of mud and wood and stone, and it is said that the Ni Xi will worship the heavens on it, and the great cause will be unified.
Although the craftsmen on the altar had withered faces and sweated profusely, they looked hopeful and reverent, and everyone was looking forward to the end of the chaos and a stable life for them.
"I can't go any further."
Li Tongya stopped silently, this time he searched for nothing like every time before, turned his head in disappointment and retreated, heading towards Mochiyue Lake.
Wangyue Lake has retreated hundreds of miles, the dry and cracked riverbed is only dead fish and rotten shrimp, smoked so much that people can't open their eyes, there are jackals and vultures foraging everywhere, looking like a paradise for animals, Li Tongya turned around on Wangyue Lake and returned to Lijing Mountain.
As soon as he landed on the mountain, Li Tongya saw the corpse of a fat black pig lying in the courtyard, covered in long hair licked brightly and beautifully, and its two fangs were an arm long and as white as jade.
Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan on the side were hurriedly entering the spirit sealing technique on the joints and acupuncture points of the black pig corpse, while Li Xuanfeng was rubbing his bow on the big bluestone.
"Father Zhong!"
Seeing Li Tongya slowly falling, Li Xuanfeng smiled, holding a bow in his left hand and a hemp bag in his right hand, jumped under the stone, raised his head and laughed loudly:
"This wild boar demon is so big, the peak cultivation of fetal breath is enough to add a meal to everyone!"
Li Tongya smiled lightly, and with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he saw a long black and shiny arrow buried in the monster's brain, except for the whole body with intact skin and flesh, and there was no wound, and he said in surprise:
"An arrow?"
"One arrow!"
Li Xuanfeng raised his head proudly, the pitch-black longbow in his hand hung behind him as soon as he threw it away, bent down and reached out into the pig demon's empty eye sockets, took out the long arrow in diameter, shook off the red and white thing in his hand indifferently, and replied:
"I chased this pig demon all night, and in the early morning, while the pig demon was gnawing on wood and bamboo, an arrow broke its eyes, and it pierced its brain and killed it."
"Not bad."
Li Tongya praised, but still opened his mouth to persuade:
"Don't look at this wild boar demon and die after eating you with one arrow, if you let this monster get close, but if you hit it, you will be intestined and have no place to die, you still have to be cautious and find some monsters with low cultivation levels to kill."
"Oh..."
Li Xuanfeng responded in a low voice, and replied with some dissatisfaction:
"This monster can't even stick to the corners of my clothes!"
Li Tongya smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and explained:
"I know that you are excellent in archery, and your uncle's talent in swordsmanship can be compared to you in the family, but I just want you to remember the weakness of the human body."
Seeing his serious face, Li Tongya said in a deep voice:
"Although the qi training of fetal breath is as powerful as an ox, it is not a problem to open monuments and break stones, flying eaves and walls, but compared to monsters, it is much weaker, and my uncle has also fought many battles with enemies during the qi training period.
"Enemy spells?"
Li Xuanfeng was curious when he heard this, and quickly asked.
"No."
Li Tongya shook his head and said solemnly:
"It's a fall."
"People who practice qi walk in the air, and those who are not strong will be traumatized by the enemy and will be in pain and fear, often unable to hold the law and suddenly fall to the ground, not to mention broken tendons and broken bones, how can they still have the strength to fight the enemy?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Xuanxuan and Xuanling were all thoughtful, and Li Xuanfeng also nodded suddenly, repeatedly responding, and said with a smile:
"Uncle Zhong, it's good to have you at home."
"You kid."
Li Tongya suddenly laughed and shook his head, and then saw Li Xuanfeng pick up the sack in his right hand and said with a smile:
"Father Zhong, look!"
After saying that, he untied the rope and poured out three screaming little wild boars, Li Xuanfeng held the wild boar's neck, grabbed one with one hand, and explained:
"I found three wild boars in that animal cave and came back, maybe I have them at home?"
"There are a lot of rice bran and leaves left, and there are some leftovers left after killing the monster, which can be raised, but the wild boar has a lot of food, and raising one is enough to choke."
Li Tongya nodded, and saw Li Xuanfeng smile:
"This is easy to do!"
Just hearing a sound, Li Xuanfeng used both hands hard, and the two little wild boars in his hands cried out for their lives, leaving only one of the sacks still eager to try, trying to escape.
"This pig demon cub is really no match for ordinary people, find a disciple with a foreign surname with cultivation to watch."
Speaking of this, Li Tongya turned his head to look at Li Xuanxuan, who was pinching the spirit sealing method and casting spells on the corpse, and said in a deep voice:
"Xuan'er, what happened to the foreign surnames and branch monks in the family?"
"Huh."
Li Xuanxuan quickly raised his head and replied respectfully:
"Except for Chen Donghe and Li Qiuyang, there have been three monks with foreign surnames and branches in the family over the years, one of whom is surnamed Ye.
"Not bad."
Li Tongya nodded approvingly and asked:
"How is your cultivation?"
"Unsatisfactory!"
Li Xuanxuan shook his head and explained:
"The "Qingyuan Wheel Cultivation Method" left by Si Yuanbai's seniors in the family is all used, and it is the same as my family... Hmm..."
Li Xuanxuan opened his mouth to say the "Taiyin Exhalation and Nurturing Wheel Sutra", but was blocked by the Xuanzhu talisman in the Qi Sea acupoint, interrupting the words, and even alarming Lu Jiangxian, who was concentrating on research, and knew the whole story with a sweep of his consciousness.
"The cultivation speed is definitely different from my family method, and now the highest is the second layer of fetal breath Chengming Wheel, and I just plant spiritual rice on weekdays to feed Wu Zha worms."
Li Tongya nodded after hearing this, and thought to himself:
"This fetal breath technique also needs to see if it can be replaced with a good one, there are only six Xuanzhu talismans, and sooner or later the children of the great clan will not be enough, so don't use this road color at that time."
Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling took care of the whole wild boar demon and called someone to drag it down, Li Xiewen came up to report, saying that the Liu family had come to report the funeral, and his uncle Liu Linfeng had already gone tonight.
"Alas..."
A few Xuanzi generations in the family were still ignorant, but Li Tongya was stunned.
Counting the days, I am also forty years old, Liu Linfeng is twenty-five years older than himself, and he has lived to sixty-five, which can be regarded as a long life in the village.
"Don't inform your mother."
Liu's health has been poor in recent years, and after Li Mutian left, he seemed to have lost his soul, always losing his soul, sometimes in a daze, and didn't know where he went, Li Tongya was afraid of hurting the old man.
"I'll go down the mountain and take a look."
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Chen Donghe walked all the way along the trajectory drawn by Li Xiangping, and he never saw any large Shanyue soldiers and horses, even the garrison soldiers withdrew.
In addition to the corpses everywhere along the way, there were vultures and jackals gnawing on corpses, and there was no water source on the dry land, only some small ponds remained on the dry riverbed.
The group walked dejectedly, and the whole team only heard faint sobs.
Although they caused the enemy to pay ten times more casualties and a hundredfold turmoil, the returning people were still injured everywhere and full of sadness.
Chen Donghe glanced at Li Yesheng who was lying curled up on a stretcher next to him, he had been folded and had been in a coma for three days, and finally saw him open his eyes slightly and asked Chen Donghe in a low voice:
"Where is the head of the family?"
"In front."
Chen Donghe squeezed out a smile, seeing Li Yesheng smile and close his eyes, his heart hurt slightly, but he found a tear hanging from the corner of Li Yesheng's eye, choked up:
"Uncle Ye Sheng, I know I can't hide it from you."
Li Yesheng closed his eyes tightly and said softly:
"How did you die?"
"Witchcraft curse killing."
Chen Donghe replied with tears, Li Yesheng sighed from the back of his throat, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes again.
As for his relationship with Li Xiangping, Li Yesheng's heart was as complicated as a bowl of boiled pimple soup scattered all over the floor.
"Brother Xiang Ping, you and I are actually one kind of person."
Li Yesheng is already more familiar with Li Xiangping than Li Xiangping.
He knew that when he was fifteen years old, the bluestone was the blood of his brother Li Yesheng, and he also knew what the guilt in Li Xiangping's eyes was that year.
In fact, twelve-year-old Li Yesheng was always beaten and molested by his brother, he gritted his teeth and counted, there are three knives in Lijing Village, one large and two small, if you want to get rid of your brother Li Yesheng, you must let them conflict.
So Li Yesheng could always hear all kinds of rumors about Li Mutian's family, Li Yesheng was walking on thin ice, carefully pushing for three years, and finally killed him.
Li Yesheng thought it would be Li Mutian who made the move, but he didn't expect that he borrowed Li Xiangping's knife, so Li Yesheng became a lackey for him for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect Li Xiangping to die in front of him, which made him miserable.
"Brother Xiang Ping, in the next life, we want to be your own brothers, as good as Brother Tongya and as close as Brother Changhu."
Li Yesheng muttered, raised his hand with difficulty, and hooked out a bottle of medicine from his waist.
This is the medicine he prepared to prevent being tortured in the hands of Shanyue, and he still doesn't know what it tastes like.
"Surviving is just a matter of surviving, Xie Wen has grown up now and has a deep relationship with Xuanxuan, so this is enough for his parents."
Li Yesheng raised his hand with difficulty, feeling the clear liquid slowly flowing into his mouth, his mouth suddenly numb, slowly writhing, and his white hair was scattered on the stretcher.
"Damn it, it's bitter."
He thought indignantly at the end of his life.